Making my kids hate me one post at a time.
Today is the realization of a lifelong dream for me. Over the weekend, just a little earlier than I was expecting, I was published. In a real book. That you can buy. And that I can, like, autograph. If anyone wants. (looksdownkicksrocks) And in 48 hours, that book — I Just Want To Pee Alone […]
It’s been a long year around here. If you wanna read about the dramatic way this guy decided to join us last January 31st, click here. Me? I wanna put all that behind me and celebrate how far he’s come one year later. On Meyer’s actual birthday, Asher was in school and Gabe was at […]
The day has finally come for me to say goodbye to my breast pump. We’ve had a long and complicated 8-month relationship. I know what you’re thinking. 8 months? 8 months is not a relationship, it’s a fling. Well, my dear, you couldn’t be more wrong. My pump and I have had a relationship that’s […]
For 4 1/2 months, I’ve had what almost qualifies as an extra appendage. It’s this big blue contraption. One end was velcro’d securely around my baby’s chest and the other — the apnea monitor — was slung over my shoulder. Along with my baby bag. My purse. And the infant car seat carrier containing said […]
Unless you or a close family member or friend have ever had a baby decide to come into this world really, really early, you probably have no idea what the preemie world is like. That was me a few months ago. My first son was born full-term without incident. This one, not so much. Go ahead and […]
My lactating boobs are out-of-control big. Actually, big is just not enough of a word for ’em. They were BIG when I was pregnant (see The Top Ten Sucky Things About Being Pregnant.) Actually, they were more HUGE than BIG. But since I’ve started producing milk, these things have entered a whole new stratosphere. Now […]
This past week was a time of milestones for my boys. Meyer hit 33 weeks gestation (even though he’s gestating in an incubator now) and according to BabyCenter, became a pineapple weighing in at 4 pounds. He’s starting to look more like a baby and less like some skinny, wrinkly old man alien. When I […]
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